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- Brains
Deep aquatic elevator, dishevelled entertainer
One thousand breeds of weasel wrestle on this escalator
Tree dwellers leaping out the boughs shouting “Get the paper”
Trunk hugging rebels chucking petals at a detonator
Man this shit’s second nature
My colossal monster, fed a rich mix of tar truth and bottled vodka
Off to clock the shrunken brains that punctuate the squalor yonder
Shotters on the underpasses passing rocks in rotten Poplar